Surviving: S2 - Cast of Characters

[Azseth]

Name: Jon Erikson
Age: 26
Occupation: Government top secret data entry clerk
Family life: Single
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Weight: 185 pounds
Blood type: O+
Reason for government interest (from season 1): Jon has top secret clearance to the top most tiers of the government. He is also capable of running and maintaining computer networks of top secret level.

However, unknown to anyone of the group, Jon is actually part of a group classified as East West 6. This organization is a joint US/English/Australian group that does various forms of “clean up and liquidation” for the government. Liquidation refers to assassinations while clean up refers to scrubbing areas clean of evidence. This included actual cleaning of prints, fluids, hairs and other traceable information to electronic erasure, wiping computers and security features. He was recruited and trained for EW6 at the age of 15. He was found by an agent who trained in martial arts and as he was an only son with 2 dead parents, he was taken away by the CIA and trained for almost 5 years before he was put out into the field at 20. When going out on EW6 missions, the government classified him as going to “assist over seas assets in the set up and maintenance of top secret mainframes and servers.”

Aquainted with (from season 1): Austin Boggs (Scout101) and Lea Peckre (Mikiayla)
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Bio: (This is his official, public record)Jon Erikson was born and raised in the streets of Chicago. His early childhood was typical, he grew up playing hockey and taking krav maga lessons until his parents both lost their jobs and could not afford to pay for either. He continued to train at the Krav Maga center while working to pay for his lessons by cleaning and helping maintain the grounds. His parents fought most of the time, each blaming the other for their financial situation and Jon distanced himself from both as most kids do.

Eventually his mother filed for divorce and about a month later, both were killed by a drunk driver. Because he had no extended family and no care takers, he was given to the state at age 14. His schooling lagged as he had no true guidance and motivation.

Eventually he dropped out and worked full time training and tending to the Krav Maga center. He was given a small room there and that seemed to be enough for him. His training led him to meet a handful of recruiters for the military and one day he signed up for the army. After taking an asvab test, his scores were too low to enlist.

One of the recruiters noticed his computer comprehension was through the roof however, and he then set Jon up on a government grant that allowed him to go to college for 5 years almost free. He was moved to Washington DC to learn how to institute a government top secret server from top to bottom and maintain it and it’s security.

Over the 5 years or so, his job was mostly menial data entry and systems checks although his job would take him outside the country and all over the US on a routine basis. It was during this time he met Lea Peckre. They met casually enough and it started off as a buddy buddy relationship at work that eventually grew into something more. However, between their two busy schedules and the travel aspect of both of the jobs, it was very difficult to make work. Also Jon seemed to always be just a bit detached and awkward. A few weeks before being ordered into isolation, Lea broke up with him.

When The Awakening happened, the government started pulling in a handful of assets inside and isolating them to keep accountability. Later, when things got exceptionally bad, they put together a CDC/Homeland Security facility, called The Southern Facility where they would gather assets that they knew were immune and who would be of some value once the outbreaks ceased.

The outbreaks did not cease…

[Celestial]

Name: Claire Decasta
Age: 26
Occupation: USAMRIID Doctor
Family life: Unmarried
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Weight: 146
Blood type: AB
Reason for government interest: She joined the government at the start of college, for they would pay her tuition. After her years of studying biology she was transferred after Basic to the USAMRIID where she provided many insightful findings on many biological pathogens and viral strains.
Acquainted with: To Be Annouced.
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Bio: Born in the cold northern land of Minnesota, Claire was one of the two girls borned into the Decasta household. Ever since she was young, her parents would always take her and her sister on camping trips either to the boundary waters or somewhere up to Lake Superior.

As a high school student, she excelled immensely in the sciences and theoretical classes. Though she received some scholarships to the school she wanted to apply to, her family still didn't have enough to pay. Instead of going into a loan, which the interest rates were high, she decided to sign up for a military scholarship.

After graduating with honors in biological and chemistry majors, she, as ordered, became an enlisted within the U.S Army. She did her basic and was soon transferred to USAMRIID. Given her chosen specialty and request, the higher ups saw the potential in having her assigned there instead of normal duties.

During her time at USAMRIID, she made huge contributions to many pathological bacteria as well as conduct and provide huge contributions to the Viral Strains. When the early days of the awakening were upon them, she worked in harmony, with the CDC and aided as much as she could with what meager research that they could provide.

Soon enough, the infected hit Maryland where the USAMRIID was stationed. Having been overwhelmed, she has been fleeing ever since.

[Celestial]

Name: Zach Rosenthal
Age: 28
Occupation: USMC Force Recon
Family life: Unmarried
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 190
Blood type: A
Reason for government interest: Joined the Marines at the soonest possible.
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Bio: Born in Washington D.C to a pair of politicians, Zach had immediately disliked the life of a class that followed deception and fake personas to win over the votes and favors of a few others. He acted the part when they had company, but he never liked it one bit. He would meet people that he didn't know and never saw them again. It was just pure chaos to him.

After graduating from high school, he enrolled into the military in hopes of pursuing career. After passing basic with flying colors, he went on to Force Recon candidate school. He passed again with pride and honors. Before he was shipped off on his first tour in the Iraq war, he knew right then that he found his calling. The Military was the life for him. It didn't have and deception that his parents used. Follow orders and shoot. He could live with that.

He returned to the states during the year of 2017 as reports of the walkers were being reported. His squad was immediately stationed around the USAMRIID perimeter force operations center in Washington D.C., a hotspot. When the panic began, however, all military discipline lost, the code red order was given. They were to shot everyone on sight, fellow soldiers, civilians, doctors, anyone.

Zach didn't agree and he broke away from the conflict as he saw his others in his squad gun down non-infected. It was absolutely horrible. It shook him to the core, for he signed up to protect Americans, not slaughter them like cattle.

[101 Scout1]

Name: Captain Austin Dominic Boggs
Age: 28
Occupation: Life-flight helicopter pilot and Air Force Reserve (AFR)
Family Life: Ex-wife, 2 children, she took full custody of the children
Hair: Dark brown with lighter tinges in it
Eyes: Pale Green
Weight: 6’, 185lbs
Blood Type: A+

Reason for Government Interest: Austin was one of the top vehicle operators in his division of the Air Force. He flew fighters, helicopters, and even learned to fly some different variants of the harrier. However, his training for the harrier aircraft was never put to application, as the training was complex and never fully completed and the opportunity never arose. His specialty is helicopters; he loves his whirlybirds and vertical lift aircraft (which is why he was regretful that he did not finish his training with the harriers). Plus, after he left the Air Force for the Reserves and became a life-flight pilot, he was trained to be an EMT (basic/intermediate first-aid).


Acquainted with: Jeremy Sumner (Az) and Jon Erikson (Az)


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Bio: Austin, at even a young age, was always fascinated with flight. His parents were multilingual (sadly, he never got the chance to join them in that department aside from a few phrases) and traveled a lot, taking him along. He loved the airplanes, but when he was about ten, his father took him up in a helicopter instead, as a new experience, and he instantly found a passion in the operation of them, always trying to learn more. Of course, he was never cut out to be an engineer, which was fine, because he wanted to be a pilot. His plans for life changed as he grew, as happens naturally to everybody, before he finally decided he wanted to do something important with his passion, enlisting in the Air Force when he was eighteen as an Enlisted Airman. As much as he loved his position in the Air Force as an Airman First Class, he knew where he really wanted to go. AFC Boggs transferred to the commissioned officer ranks as soon as he could, hoping for deployment (to the dismay of his wife, who was also his high school sweetheart and pregnant with their second child). He took on the rank of First Lieutenant nearer the end of his time in the Air Force before being isolated by the CDC, volunteering as a way to get away from his life.

During his deployment, which he never regretted, Austin met Jeremy Sumners, a Marine who was on the ground. His helo was to provide support for their squad. However, things went amiss when the Humvee was hit hard by an RPG and a large portion of their group was lost or unconscious. His requests for further air support were denied, and the LZ was too hot for him to get to the ground for the fallen members of the group. There was little time for him to do anything, however, as the tail of his UH-1N Twin Huey was hit by a second RPG. His gunner, who was holding an M60E4 and firing out of a door, doing his best to stay steady while he laid down suppressive fire for the company on the ground, was jostled by the surprise hit, more than was safe, and got knocked out of the spinning helicopter. The helicopter spun through the air and crashed a few klicks from the hot-zone.

Austin woke later, still strapped into his seat, his co-pilot had died on impact and he was trapped in his seat. Luckily, he was strapped into his seat, and he was on the upside of the aircraft. He could smell smoke, and knew that he only had moments. He pulled his knife out and cut the belts that held him in place, hanging from his seat. The front windshield had been all but completely shattered, and the pilot was able to kick the rest of it out, holding his knife between his teeth before crawling out desperately. His radio was entirely destroyed, with no hope of him being able to fix it. He knew which way they’d come from, and started in that direction, his pistol and knife not leaving his hands the entire way back. The pilot barely stopped, if he did at all, on his way back. Thankfully, HQ had received his distress call, but made it too late. He had made it back in time, and with some insistence and a few arguments, was given the task of piloting one of the two HH-60 Pave Hawks, which would deliver and provide evac for the team that saved the hostages, and the hostages they brought back.

He was less affected, clearly, than Jeremy when they returned, but they learned that their wives had become great friends since they left. It was Jeremy’s wife who told Jeremy that Cpt. Boggs’ wife was being unfaithful, and then Jeremy who told Austin after. It caused a divorce, though it was in no way the fault of the Sumners, and somehow his wife considered that because of the events in his last deployment, Boggs would not be a fit father for them. She was granted full custody, and Austin was given very limited visitation rights. He took his chance with the CDC, volunteering for any way to get away from everything that was happening. Even though he had settled and been happy with his life as a life-flight pilot in the AFR, following Jeremy to his newer city in order to keep some of his sanity and life around him, Austin never felt the way he did when he was active in the Air Force. He had no idea that Jeremy had volunteered to take part in the CDC’s project; though he may have mentioned it (Austin’s mind was very clouded and distracted in the time leading up to his own voluntary enlistment with the Center for Disease Control). Cpt. Boggs himself couldn’t even remember if he told Jeremy about his own signing up, but it didn’t matter much as he was confined to a cell for months on end with limited rations.

[Rarity]

Name: Scarlet Hale
Age: 27
Occupation: Chief Executive Officer
Family life: None
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Weight: 123 pounds
Blood type: AB-
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Bio: Scarlet was born in Illinois to an extremely wealthy family. Her father was a Chief Executive Officer and namesake of Hale Enterprise Inc. which developed cheap and affordable technology as well as being one of the pioneers for future engineering and technology. She had a privileged lifestyle but was an incredibly ambitious and hard working girl, wanting to become involved in her father's work since she was very young. Her mother was a socialite who indulged in all the luxury that her husband's wealth brought her. When Scarlet graduated college when she was 22 her father offered her a job at the company. She gladly accepted and devoted her life to her work, quickly rising throughout the corporate ranks.

Throughout it all she had felt that she had to work twice as hard because of her father's position and even then her accomplishments were belittled by others. Nothing ever stopped her from achieving success, her drive to prevail is second only to her drive to survive which she would soon find out.

Having devoted her life into the company like her father she was not having any luxurious Valentine's getaway, instead she was overseeing the company's factory in India. There she saw the faces of the laborers for the company and was glad to report that they were working at maximum efficiency. Most were ill but she was unsettled by one person in particular, a small child who was slumped across his work station. Annoyed that there was a non-working employee she went to the supervisor and told him that this would be reported.

After finishing her report on the factory she turned to make one last sweep of the factory and nearly screamed as she saw the child who was now clinging onto another worker's back and had just bit a chunk of flesh out of his neck. Within minutes there was already a body count in the dozens, Scarlet ran out the door before punching in the security code to initiate quarantine. Seconds after punching in the code the factory shut itself down, locking down every exit and trapping all 543 workers in the building.

Shortly after reading the reports of the dead walking she knew what was going to happen after seeing it with her own eyes. She went home as soon as possible to the Hale Enterprise Inc. Headquarters in Illinois. There she explained the situation to her father who was furious at her for what happened at the factory and for the horrible messy situation that he had to pay millions to keep from getting to the public. Every single person in that building had died and he had to get himself tangled in another shady cover up with foreign governments. He put his daughter on unpaid suspension and restricted her from accessing any funds until the entire ordeal was over.

He dismissed his daughter from his office and she knew that she had to get her father to understand or else she would face the consequences. Her father was a stubborn man and she knew that she would have to do something quick to save herself, without any money she could not even buy nonperishable foods. The next day she went into his office during his lunch hours and pled with him once more. Once again he dismissed her and she left.

Her father was found dead, suffering from a sudden heart attack. After that news Scarlet threw away her bottle of tetrahydrozoline hcl. Being his only living heir she took over the company and inherited all his funds. Once in power she used every single fund, resource, contact, and property that her father had to her disposal. She ordered for an underground bunker to be built, large enough to house dozens of people and quickly. Not two days after she gained power did The Awakening happen. It reaffirmed her belief that she did the right thing by taking out her father and ordered the building to be built even quicker. She had people building the bunker 24 hours/7 days a week.

After two weeks it was finally complete and the orders of food, water, and employees were being shipped to the location. Once the governments fell she got word that her mansion had been stormed, looted, and her mother killed. She knew it was time for her to leave. She gathered all she treasured in the world and took a helicopter her bunker.

For the next 3 months she lived in her bunker along with 17 other people whom she had hired. There were 7 agricultural scientists who tended to the food, 4 armed security guards, 3 scientists whom worked in the highly limited laboratory trying to understand the disease, and 3 scouts who would continuously leave the bunker to find supplies and bring back cadavers for the scientists. Everything was going smoothly until two days ago.

Fire. For all her preparations and precautions, it was not the undead who destroyed her sanctuary but a fire. One of the employees accidentally started a fire, it swept through most of the bunker in minutes. By the time Scarlet realized what was going on it was already too late. Her private room had the ability to seal itself off from the rest of the bunker in case of invasion, however this feature was used to prevent the fire from getting to her.

Halfway through the night she heard a gigantic explosion and knew that the fire had reached the armory. A few minutes later she could hear the bunker caving in and could only hold her breath as she wondered if she would meet her death in the private room as the roof collapsed. Miraculously however, the roof over her stayed put and she was the only survivor from the Hale Enterprise Bomb Shelter. Opening her door the next morning all she could see was compressed concrete.

She gathered everything that would serve of value to her and exited her room via a tunnel installed into it. Filling her lungs with the infected air she wondered if she was one of the lucky ones who were immune to the virus or if she would soon become an animal. She tightened the straps of the flamethrower on her back and began walking away from what she hoped could have gotten her through the end of the world.

[HotPaint]

Name: Emily P.

Age: 16

Immune: no

Occupation: N/A

Equipment: Emily carries a backpack full of medical supplies- Band Aids, Bandages, Medical Tape, Disinfectant, Cotton Balls, Needle and Thread (for stitches). She also has a tool belt full of a random assortment of screw drivers a hammer and a multitude of nails.

Family/Marital Status: Sister/single

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Light Blue

Blood Type: A+

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Height: 5' 4"

Weight: 110

Bio: Emily being the youngest born was always the perfectionist and the baby of the family. At an early age however she was diagnosed with severe asthma which almost completely wiped out any chances of her having a normal life. Her parents wouldn’t let her do anything for fear she would have an asthma attack. So as she grew up she ended up taking medical classes in high school to keep her time occupied. She was always a straight A student and was never late on anything which only added to her parents perfectionist complex about her. They always expected so much out of her she almost hated it. That is until the outbreak. Her family was hit hard in the early stages and the death of her mother and father took a heavy toll on her causing her to almost stop talking entirely.
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Name: Jennifer P.

Age: 18

Immune: Yes

Occupation: N/A

Weapon: Smith and Wesson Model 586 4 Inch Barrel

Family/Marital Status: Sister/single

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Light Blue

Blood Type: A+

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Height: 5'11

Weight: 135

Bio: Jennifer was always a trouble child getting in fights with other kids and staying out past curfew. Her parents loved her but were almost always disappointed in her. Jennifer grew to almost hate her perfectionist sister who was always the apple of her parent’s eye getting good grades and obeying all the rules her parents made. Jennifer out of spite for her parents ran away when she was 16 and returned two weeks later covered in tattoos and piercings. She never lived it down from her father and he almost rarely spoke to her after that. She didn’t really care either. Right after she graduated and moved in with her Love Tom Markens. She lived with him for several months until the outbreak claimed his life. The same night he died her parents died and she left the city with her Sister to try and escape the outbreak.

[1DVSguy]

Name: Dominick Murphy

Age: 22

Occupation: Ex-Convict (Armed Robbery 5 years, Served 3), Ex-Hustler, Car Thief, Survivor

Armaments:
-Glock 17: 119 rounds 9x19mm Parabellum

-Switchblade

-Crowbar

Equipment: Bolt cutters, Lock picks, cigarette lighter, food and water, carried in a backpack.

Marital Status: Single

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Blood Type: B+

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Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 176

Bio: Dominick grew up in the poorest parts of town, the oldest of two brothers and sisters. Dominick would always be out of the house avoiding the arguments of his mother and father. Inevitably Dominick got involved with the wrong kids, by age 14 he was involved in a gang. Later that year, Dominick earned a little more cash by selling drugs at school and on the street. Involved in stealing cars, Dominick learned all the tricks of stealing cars and breaking and entering. However, Dominick finally crossed the line, when at age 19 he and two others were caught after robbing a gas station at gunpoint. Tried and found guilty, Dominick was sent to prison, where he stayed until the infection struck....

[101 Scout1]

Name: Martin Taylor Johnson

Age: 26

Occupation: Hunter/Jujitsu Instructor

Family Life: Not married, no children, no family left that he knows of

Hair: Dark, nearly black

Eyes: Grey

Weight: 175lbs

Blood Type: O-

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History: Martin was born outside of Summersville, West Virginia. He was born into a family that had, for generations, been hunters. He was going out with his father and older brother, Jeremy, to learn to hunt and gut and just… survive. They would actually go out with very little. Each would have to carry his own single-person tent and whatever else he wanted to take. Around the age of 12, he practically begged his father to let him take karate. He wound up in a Jujitsu class and took to it, as his father would say, “Like a pig to mud.” He was very talented and was placing very highly in regional, state, and, by the time he was about twenty or so, national tournaments. He wasn’t the best, but on top of his skills in Jujitsu he was also an excellent hunter. The sight of gore didn’t stop him in the least, he could cook the meat over a fire well, and he was an excellent shot. His preference was always for the bow, however, which rather disappointed his father. His brother was more of a rifleman, but Martin enjoyed the simplicity of a bow and arrow as well as the silence behind it. Archery was an art form to him. He hunted with everything from composite and compound bows to longbows to crossbows. He was an average student in high school and never went to college, but he would actually make money off of his tournaments and he worked a side-job as an auto-mechanic. Rather than college, in his junior and senior year, Martin opted for going to vocational school, where he learned to work on cars and bikes and the like. He did rather well once he began working with his hands.

When the infection hit, there was mass chaos, of course. Martin was old enough that he didn’t live with his parents, but when he got to their old cabin outside of Summersville, there was nobody. Or so it seemed. He could hear groans from two places in the house. By this time he, of course, had his CCW and was carrying a SIG Sauer P226 (his favourite handgun as a child and as an adult). He pulled it from his belt, unsure exactly what was going on. As he called about the house, he could hear footsteps. Both of his parents happened to have O- blood like he did, as so when they heard him, they both came after him. His instant reaction to the people he didn’t even recognize anymore was to fire. The first one went down, it was his mother. The second, however, had come from the side and knocked the pistol from his hand. As it was preparing to bite into him, his eyes widened in recognition of his father, decayed and grotesque… animalistic. The thing was powerful, but it stood no chance as he turned himself instinctively, flipping it onto its side. He had learned to use an opponent’s weight against them and did just that. His pistol was on the floor, so he did the first thing that came to his mind. He raised his foot, which was covered in a steel toe boot and pushed it down as hard as he could, smashing the skull in and killing the zombie on the ground. Once they were both dead, he retried his pistol and mourned… But he knew there was nothing he could do. His instant reaction was to call his brother, who didn’t answer. Minutes later he tried again, same thing. He repeated it throughout the day, hiding in his parents’ house. He stayed for days, but his brother never came, never answered… So either he lost his phone, ran away, or… Martin didn’t think of it. He moved around the house on that last day, gathering up his father’s guns and weapons.

From the gun cabinet, he withdrew and stockpiled into a duffel bag: a Benelli M-2 Tactical 12GA shotgun with a pistol grip, a Benelli MR1 Rifle, a Beretta M9 pistol, and finally his Excalibur Eclipse XT crossbow, a gift from Jeremy for his 21st birthday. The reason his own crossbow was at his father’s house was that he, until then, never hunted alone and they would often go on trips. He couldn’t keep so much weaponry in his house, aside from his P226. In the bag, he stored several ammo boxes, one containing a couple of magazines of ammunition for the MR1 and extra 5.56 ammunition, another holding magazines for the Beretta, and finally one that held several boxes of 12GA shells. Each weapon actually had a strap on it, something that his father made sure to have on all of his weapons. He also added four walkie-talkies to the mix with extra batteries, just in case he ran into somebody who would wind up tagging along with him (though he doubted it). It wasn’t exactly a “safe” thing to do, but Martin fully loaded each gun with at least one magazine (or a maximum number of shells) for emergencies. He kept two bolts/arrows for the crossbow in the quiver attached and had a third loaded into it, already drawn back. The extra magazines he had for his Sig Sauer were in his truck, just in case, and he used the third and final metal ammunition box to store the extra ammunition, but he put the mags on his belt, in their own cases. He would need them. His truck was a 2013 Ford Raptor at the time. Finally, with the gun bag hidden safely in his truck’s bed, hidden underneath the cover, he went home, packed a little bit of clothing in a small gym bag, grabbed a couple of belts, his backpack (filled with canned food and other assorted objects, like rope, duct tape, etc.), a knife and sheath (which he strapped to the side of his leg, above his knee) and a few pillows and blankets. He would be sleeping in his truck, so he left his tent behind.

Martin left that day… Left Summersville behind, left his neighbors and old friends behind… Or, what was left of them, and started to drive. He didn’t know where he was going, but his P226 was always at his hip and his bow was always on-hand. It took a while, but Martin found himself in Minnesota. He saw a sign leading him into Minneapolis. He wasn’t one for scouring the city, but he was low on food and his bag was down to naught but his rope, tape, and other assorted goodies (aside from food and water).

[Azseth]

Name: Fuad Najasir
Age: 22
Occupation: None – former student, failed EMT training
Family life: single.
Sex: male.
Hair: brown.
Eyes: brown.
Weight: 185 lbs.
Blood type: O+.
Immune: yes.
Gear: backpack with mismatched clothes. A sawed off 12g Remington shotgun w/ half a box of shells. A crowbar. He has a “fanny pack” of various emergency medical equipment while there are other medical supplies in his main pack.
He made “armor” out of motorcycle riding gear. Instead of the whole jacket, he cut off the sleeves and legs in two different sizes: medium for the warmer weather and then XL for when it was cold and had to go over clothing. While he was bitten and almost had an arm broken, this DID save him from the bite getting to actual skin and possibly infecting him. Additionally, he found a steel gauntlet on a corpse, which he uses in the OPPOSITE hand he swings his crowbar with.
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Bio: Fuad was born in a predominantly Arab suburb of Phoenix, AZ. His family were Muslims, as was the majority of his community. He grew up fairly privileged, his father being a business executive for a computer company and his mother ran a series of Arab based shops locally.

Fuad had little problems growing up and all seemed well enough until his older brother died due to severe medical complications brought on by a pulmonary condition. He remembered his brother sobbing the night before, not wanting to die, being scared and unsure. He loathed his family for years after, as all they said were religious spoonfed crap. “It’s in Allah’s hands.” “You’ll be happier.” “You won’t suffer any more.” None of it consoled him and he had to be medicated once his heart rate wouldn’t slow.

His brother never woke up.

After that, Fuad became somewhat estranged to his family after he ceased practicing and accepting Islam into his life. At first, it was just a choice for himself, but after family resented him and made comments about it, he began having more conflict with more and more family members until he really ceased talking to anyone but his mother, father and sister. He gradually hovered in an area between deism and being an atheist, and some days agnostic. But mostly, he didn’t really care. After finishing school, he got a partial scholarship for running cross country and went away for 2 years.

Not long after, he dropped out and came home. He decided finally that he wanted to do something to help people, not just work a job to make money like his father. Now that he had grown up, he seen that while his father and mother were great providers, they were not around as parents, not good role models. They had OTHER people take him to school, make dinner, drive him around. They were always too busy focusing on money or their social image.

After fighting and almost threatening to leave forever, his father finally decided to give in and pay Fuad’s way through EMT training. He studies and practiced but the first time he took the test, he failed. He was pissed and crushed, but a few current EMTs and the instructor even said that over 80% of EMTs failed their first test, and over half still failed the second.

He was in the middle of studying for that second potentially failed test when The Awakening happened. It was horrible and he still had nightmares about it. He heard about it on the news, but it was all downplayed, but the internet, you can’t lie on the internet. He read and watched himself into a paranoia and told his family they needed to leave.

His father said they couldn’t, his mom and sister were both sick. Then, to Fuad’s amazement, his father started telling him how it was a hoax and not real, and if this alleged outbreak WAS real, then the holy and righteous would be saved. The middle of a global pandemic, and his father used it as an opportunity to throw Fuad’s lack of faith back in his face.

Later that night, he was still reading up on things when he heard arguing downstairs, then yelling. Then some crashing at the front door. He heard his father yelling and then screaming in pain. He looked down the bottom of the stairs and seen two forms over his father, one was his sister, and she was tearing into him as he screamed.

Then he looked and his mother was standing less than 10 feet away in her door way and she rushed him. He knew instantly what was happening, and why they were “sick” earlier, but it was too late now. He didn’t say anything or react, instinct just pushed her outstretched arms in the directions of the stairs, which she feel down at horrible angles, mostly on her head and neck.

Then, she hissed and started to try to crawl back up the stairs, her neck bent at a horrible angle. He threw up on the stairs. After a moment, he turned to his room, grabbed a baseball bat and the largest of the 3 set samurai sword set he had (a gift from a highschool girl friend actually) and threw some clothes in a bag. Then he opened his window and crawled down the pipe, the one he used to sneak out for years and shimmied down.

The scene around him was straight from a horror movie. It wasn’t like the movies. There were no cars peeling out. No explosions. Just people. People running. People screaming. Forms moving in the night. No houses were on fire. There was an occasional burst of gunfire, but everything going on around him was almost overwhelming. He took off at a light jog, picking up speed when he needed too, never realizing his cross country days would help him run out of the carnage.

He’d been running, walking, or driving East ever since, hearing that the Marine Base in Missouri was an infection free zone.

[Arlear]

Name: Terry M Burnard
Age: 43
Occupation: Fireman.
Family life: Married. Wife, 3 kids all deceased.
Hair: black.
Eyes: brown.
Weight: 205 lbs.
Blood type: A+
Immune: yes
Gear: T-burn keeps a good supply of lighters flammable, rather explosive items with him. After all, fight fire long enough and you learn how to start one, to. Other then that, he has a crowbar and his hands.
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Bio: Terry, or T-Burn was living the good life. His childhood was modest, but they had more than a lot of people, and he was taught to see that and appreciate it from his parents. Terry’s father was a chief at a fire station in Texas and his mother was a social worker, so they instilled in him, an only child, that a job that didn’t help anyone wasn’t worth working. At the end of the day, you find substance and worth in the people you help. Terry’s grandfather was also a fireman for the same station, though long retired.

While his mother worked a low key job that got very little recognition (albeit good pay), his father was more known through the city. He saw that and wanted it. People respected his father because he was a good man, he respected others. So as soon as he graduated high school, he asked his father to help him through fire fighter training. After talking with both his parents, they decided to go ahead and do it.

He wasn’t the largest man, not the fastest, and not the smartest, but they called him the “Bulldog” at training because no matter what Terry wouldn’t quit. He was bullheaded and he had heart.

And the tradition of a Burnard being in the local fire department carried on for a third generation. Eventually he settled down and married and had kids of his own. Two of his own children expressed interest in fire fighting (the third more interested in banging drums and wearing black clothing) so that would have made for a potential 4th generation if it hadn’t been for the awakening. His father had retired for some time, and Terry made it to Assistant Chief and after 21 years was about to retire himself.

Then the calls started flooding in. People sick. Dying. Then attacking. Violence in the streets. But not near his home.

Not immediately anyway. Then one day, there was a call to his own house and he panicked as he and the emergency response units scrambled and headed out. They arrived at the scene and before anyone could explain what happened, shots were fired. Then more shorts. He went to make his way into the house, but was blindsided to a form who bit deeply into his forearm. He struggled with the thing and they fell on his steps, Terry landing on top. He picked up and bashed the woman’s head into the stairs, repeatedly until it stopped.

It was then that he realized it was his oldest son’s girl friend. A cop grabbed him and told Terry not to go in, they were all dead.

As the chaos around him picked up, Terry sat the numb. Then, anger over took him, anger at not being there, at failing to protect his family, anger at…the whole world. He swung his axe clean into the face of the next undead that shambled by.

Since then, he’s been killing his way east, hearing of a hold out location in South Carolina.

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